


Ivan and Ludwig get together

by wintersorchid



Category: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Genre: M/M
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2015-03-04
Updated: 2015-07-04
Packaged: 2018-03-16 06:22:21
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 7
Words: 4,603
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3477737
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wintersorchid/pseuds/wintersorchid
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
            <p>Prompt: Russia’s heart pops out again…and he doesn’t notice. He just leaves it where it falls and goes around his business like usual with a huge, bloody, gory hole in his chest…and wondering why people keep looking at him so funny! Does he have something in his teeth?</p><p> </p><p>Meanwhile, the other countries (the Allies or Baltics or whoever you like, I don’t care) realize what’s happened and try to track down Russia so they can give him his heart back, all the while being really creeped out by the whole thing (ew, it’s still beating! I don’t wanna touch it!)</p><p>Bonus: When Russia does finally realize that his heart is missing, he’s not particularly disturbed about it. Instead he’s just a little embarrassed, like he just found out that he’s been walking around with his fly open all day.</p>
          </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

Cornflowers were certainly lovey but the problem was they were seen as more right-winged now and his beloved sunflowers were yellow and he wasn’t trying to end a relationship but take it to the next level…

With a sigh, Ivan stepped out of the way and pulled out his phone. He was limited to the selection of flowers in the shop, so unless he called around other large cities in other countries, he was stuck. Maybe he wouldn’t look too deeply into the meaning, but more look at the flowers Ivan was presenting…

No, he would. Ivan just knew he would! With a sigh, he selected a dozen red roses. A symbol of romantic intent in most any country, so they’d be clearly understood.

The roses were set in a vase and he kept touching the petals all day, trying not to bruise them.

A large sunflower was added to them the next day and Ivan touched that during the whole meeting instead, the roses left on the table next to him. Thankfully no one bothered him about them, but he could hear the whispering and everyone kept looking at him.

Worse, the target of his affections was giving him strange looks too. Slouching in his seat, Ivan pulled his scarf up over his nose. That hurt more than he thought it would. The sunflower was comforting though and he took it up in his arms, letting the petals touch his face. With a sigh, he rubbed a few between his fingers, wondering when he should give the roses. Certainly not around other people.

The meeting didn’t make much headway and Germany dismissed them in a fit of anger, postponing the meeting until the next day. America plopped down in the seat next to Ivan with a grin that read trouble.

"Hey big guy. Gonna ask someone out? Belarus isn’t here you know"

"I know that and they are not for her," Ivan snapped, grabbing the roses and holding them against his chest with his sunflower.

The paper crumpled and he winced. His roses!

America and China laughed and snorted respectively, and Ivan stood up, mortified.

"You are both bad people!" he told them loudly and all but ran off, stepping outside into the other nations who were gathered outside the conference room door. Germany and Japan thankfully were looking at him with sympathy, and France smiled warmly.

"Do no listen to them, Russie. Who are you propositioning? Is she nice? Sweet?"

"It’s not she…" Ivan murmured, pulling his scarf up again.

"Oh? Who is he?"

Ivan shook his head, cheeks turning red. France laughed, taking England’s arm.

"With such a gift, you are sure to succeed!" And off they went, arm in arm with England quiet for once and not protesting like he usually did.

That left Germany, Japan, Italy, and Canada, who stared at him quizzically, their eyes going to the red roses. Germany cleared his throat, looking between the remaining nations and settling on Canada.

"I think we should go, don’t you?"

Japan nodded, turning away as Italy tilted his head.

"I don’t understand… Is it because—"

"Italy! Remember our lunch plans?" Germany interrupted, grabbing his arm and pulling too sharply.

Thankfully Italy seemed to get the hint and they left, leaving Canada who shifted nervously.

"They’re not for you," Ivan was quick to assure him. "I’m sorry if you thought they would be."

"No, no. It’s okay," Canada hurried to set him straight, and Ivan’s heart tightened. Would his crush be nervous about his affections too?

"Who.. Who is it?"

"It’s Germany…"

"Oh! That makes a difference, huh? Those are for him?"

Ivan nodded slowly.

"You better catch him quickly. He’s fast."

Ivan took off down the hall, grabbing Ludwig’s shoulder, shoving the roses in his face when he turned around. The other men gaped at the sudden action (Japan’s eyes were opened more than usual and he had an air of surprise, no solid reaction from him though) and Germany took the flowers, looking at them in shock.

"Er, Russia—"

"I like you," he blurted out. "A lot. A very good amount and I want to take you out."

The roses were examined and Germany’s shock seemed to be fading. “Me?”

"Yes. I think you’re a good person and you’re smart and handsome and I would like to court you."

"I, uh. Yes?" Germany was clearly shocked but he was agreeing and nodding, so it would be alright.

"I was thinking somewhere tonight?" Ivan asked hopefully, pushing his luck a little more.

It held, for Germany nodded again. “I.. don’t have anything planned for the night…”

"French?"

"Uh, yes?"

Suppressing a squeal of joy, Ivan hugged Ludwig tightly, crumpling the roses between them and kissing his new date full on the mouth.

"You have made me the happiest man in the world! Oh thank you, thank you!"


	2. Heart

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Prompt: Russia’s heart pops out again…and he doesn’t notice. He just leaves it where it falls and goes around his business like usual with a huge, bloody, gory hole in his chest…and wondering why people keep looking at him so funny! Does he have something in his teeth?
> 
>  
> 
> Meanwhile, the other countries (the Allies or Baltics or whoever you like, I don’t care) realize what’s happened and try to track down Russia so they can give him his heart back, all the while being really creeped out by the whole thing (ew, it’s still beating! I don’t wanna touch it!)
> 
> Bonus: When Russia does finally realize that his heart is missing, he’s not particularly disturbed about it. Instead he’s just a little embarrassed, like he just found out that he’s been walking around with his fly open all day.

If Ludwig hadn’t dropped his papers, he would never have found Latvia and Sealand playing cards under the table, nor would he have found someone’s organ apparently just ‘chilling’ near what appeared to be India’s foot. Or did the brightly colored sari-type bottoms belong to Pakistan? The two women tended to wear national dress rather than office attire, which added a burst of color but Ludwig wasn’t convinced they were silently competing with each other, considering they often showed up during tense times with elaborate jewelry and even brighter clothing.

Whoever it was, they were in danger of stepping on the organ and as the two boys stared at Ludwig, he pointed to it. “Hey. Sealand, go get that for me.”

"What is it?" he whispered back, clearly relieved he wasn’t being yelled at.

"That’s Mr Russia’s heart," Latvia told him, his trembling starting up. "Don’t touch it."

"Sealand, get it or I’ll tell England you’re distracting others."

Despite Latvia’s ‘meeps’ of protest, Sealand crawled over and examined it, eventually settling on rolling it over carefully with a pen.  
With a despondent sigh, Ludwig left the children alone and returned to his seat, carefully making sure he didn’t draw attention to himself. No one seemed to have noticed though India was looking over at him curiously.

Most likely she had heard the whisperings and maybe felt Sealand under the table, for she narrowed her eyes at him and looked under the table. When she sat up, she seemed content. Hopefully she assumed he had spent so much time under there to chide the boys.

The meeting continued and as the heart beat on his lap, Ludwig found himself touching it more and more, to try and calm it down, just to keep making sure it was alright… He wasn’t sure why, but keeping his hand on it seemed to feel right.

From his current seat, he couldn’t see Ivan, but the meeting was almost over and afterwards, he’d talk to Ivan about leaving hearts around. It had to be Ivan’s heart and he would recognize it anywhere thanks to the curving scar on the side. His thumb traced over it slowly, thinking of when he had first discovered the ‘ability’ Ivan had, taking it out almost at will, and how much he had panicked when it was out the first time in front of him.

Now it seemed so… distant. They hadn’t been together long, but the memory had faded into one of coming together and increasing their closeness.  
—  
England kept staring at him, averting his gaze every time Ivan looked at him. Which was no stranger than usual, but still annoying. What? Oh, maybe he had ink on his face. Using his phone as a mirror, he looked everywhere, even pulling his scarf away to look at his chin.

Nope. Huh. Maybe he was redder than usual because of the cold. That was it~

Sitting back in his chair, he hummed to himself, not caring how loud he was. It wasn’t his turn to speak. It wasn’t Ludwig’s turn either. He has been told off by his boyfriend and so he paid attention now. Ludwig was all the way across the room and Ivan wished he could sit next to him, but “Russia” and “Germany” were nowhere near each other in the alphabet. Ah, maybe he could trade with England. Maybe England wanted to sit next to Romania so they could talk about magic or… What did England and Romania talk about? He didn’t know.

If they did anything fun again, maybe he could interrupt again. Watching England from the floor last time was rather funny, though he had been shoved back into the summoning magic before he could get out. That hadn’t been funny.

Ivan sneezed and Romania murmured “God bless you,” as he nudged Ivan’s dropped pen back towards him.

"Thank you~" Some people knew how to be polite even though the Soviet house had not been so good… Ah, people were not so nice to him after it.

Looking down at his lap, he brushed a bit of what looked like cookie crumbs off his jacket. But now he had a boyfriend and people were being nice again.   
—  
After the meeting, Ludwig set the heart gently on the table as he packed his things up. Sealand and Latvia poked their heads out from under the table and Sealand tried to poke it with a pen.

"Is that really Mr. Russia’s heart?" he asked when Ludwig slapped the pen away.

"Yes. How would you like it if I started poking your heart?" he asked, locking his briefcase.

"Dunno. Dun have a heart that falls out."

"I do not know, I do not have a heart that falls out," Ludwig corrected. Goodness, England’s children were utterly useless at speaking properly. "That does not mean you cannot treat people’s parts rudely. Consider others—OOF!"

He had been grabbed from behind and lifted up by a pair of tight arms around his chest, and Ivan giggled in his ear.

"You should not be so upset all the time~ They are just children." Setting Ludwig down, he patted Latvia - who started trembling again - and reached out to pat Sealand, but the younger boy skipped away.

"Dun touch me!" he shouted, covering his head.

Ivan frowned, looking hurt.

"Sealand, go find England," Ludwig told him sharply, trying to stave off any other rude comments. "And you better be happy I’m not telling him about today!"

Latvia hurried after his friend, leaving the two men alone, Ludwig taking Ivan’s hand and picking up his briefcase.

"Oh, I found this." Setting the case down, he picked up Ivan’s heart, and his boyfriend perked up, looking down at his chest and poked the hole, looking surprised.

"Ah! It’s gone! How long has it been gone?"

"I don’t know. It’s not mine." Holding it out to Ivan’s heart, he helped push it back inside, resting his hand on Ivan’s chest when it was secure.

"It always feels much better when you put it back," Ivan told him, pinning Ludwig’s hand against his chest. "Happier."

"Your heart feels happier." With Ivan, he had to accept strange turn of phrases like that and he sighed, shaking his head as Ivan leaned in, brushing their noses together.

"Yes. Like you’ve been kissing it again."

Another giggle as Ludwig turned bright red with the memory of their first time with the exorcised heart and how he had touched it.

"Thank you for taking care of it for me~" Kissing Ludwig’s nose, he squeezed their hands and leaned back. "Dinner as planned? I’m starving. Oh, England kept staring at me all day, so we’re going to change places so he’s with Romania and I’m close to you, then I’ll make Ghana trade with me in my new spot so we can be together! I want to hold hands all day. Don’t interrupt, I’m talking. Goodness, you’re so rude. You’re always telling me not to interrupt, aren’t you?"


	3. Habits

Habits were hard to break, as proven one day when the door was nearly broken down.

"Zdravst-" The whole house shuddered under the impact and the dogs started howling.

From the couch, Prussia groaned and paused his video game. He had heard the greeting a mere second before the impact, and he had to guess Russia had run into the door assuming it would be unlocked like usual.

"Eh? Ludwig?" A salvo of hard knocks could be heard and the dogs went ballistic, barking even louder and jumping at the door.

Ignoring the Russian at the door, Prussia headed for the kitchen for tea, pouring out some into a mug and sipping slowly. Hmm. A touch too cold, but it would do. On second thought, it would not, so he poured it down the drain.

Russia was still banging on the door so with a groan, Prussia went to answer.

"West isn’t here," he snapped, glaring at the larger man outside.

"Eh? He said he would be…" Poking his fingers together, Russia pouted. "He’s never late… Did something happen?"

"Most likely you were on time for once and therefore early."

"…. Can I come in and—"

"No!" And the door was slammed in Russia’s face.

After West came home, he and Russia made more tea and hung out in the kitchen, talking quietly and occasionally giggling and laughing. Idiot. Why Russia? Why him?  
West came out of the kitchen, smiling and looking happy, and after picking up his home computer, went back to the kitchen. The noise of some video or show started up and more giggling could be heard along with Ivan’s comments.

"Ah! I want to try that. So small!"

"You’d need someone to help you because I can’t."

"You can try. Oh, what about Prussia?"

"Let’s… not involve Prussia in this… I think he’s happiest not getting involved with us…"

"Because of me?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh."

The only noise was the small video sounds and Prussia made a point of turning on the TV, forcing them upstairs.

Upstairs, the two of them watched a few more clips of some Japanese man making real, small food with small pots and pans, Ludwig laying his head down after they saw a tiny omelet being made.

"Tired?" Ivan asked, rubbing Ludwig’s back in soothing circles.

"Yeah." He stretched in the bed and rolled carefully off to go take off his suit. "I may be more than useless tonight, sorry. I know we agreed on sex and maybe a movie—"

"It’s okay. Lay down with me." Ivan wriggled out of his jeans and tossed them to the side, almost upending the computer when he got under the covers.

Ludwig caught it and joined Ivan under the covers, not bothering with getting his night clothes.

Though it was (slightly? Moderately?) illegal, Ivan pulled up a website where they could pick movies and after letting Ludwig pick one, they cuddled together under the covers, Ludwig’s head on Ivan’s shoulder and their fingers linked.

Ludwig didn’t last half an hour before he was snoring.


	4. Chapter 4

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Prompt: I was reading through my Holocaust books again yesterday, and one survivor commented on how strange it was, on returning home, that it was Russia’s soldiers who were protecting them from their own people.
> 
> I would very much like to see Russia protecting a broken/schizo Germany from himself. Please.

It was hard watching Germany mope around the house, especially since Russia couldn’t help but blame himself for the other man’s current mood. Not all his fault, since he hadn’t attacked Germany, but had held his own in the ensuing war. Germany was at fault for attacking him and hurting so many Russians and Soviets.

Now with the German defeat, Russia had taken it upon himself to watch over Germany, just in case. For the most part, Germany’s home had been left alone during the looting, just a few smashed widows; apparently whatever mystic properties nations possessed extended to their homes as well. It didn’t protect everything - Germany’s house had been cut off from electricity and running water like most of Berlin, but it was still nice enough to live in.

Having selected a book from the library, Russia took a seat on the couch to read. On the other side of the living room, Germany moodily broke wooden debris and threw it into the empty fireplace, feeding an imaginary flame.

“You’re going to get splinters,” Russia quietly warned, letting the book rest on his knees.

“I don’t care.”

“You should.”

“But I don’t!” With the outburst, Germany had jumped to his feet and started pacing the room, furiously, jerkily, as if he had forgotten he was enclosed and had to swerve to avoid familiar objects in his path.

“What does it matter to you? You have what you want, you an! Either kill me or leave me alone!” He had come to a stand-still, breathing heavily.

“I don’t care,” he moaned after a tense moment of silence. “I don’t care anymore.”

Staggering backwards, he collapsed on the couch, head tilted back to face tone ceiling.

“I’ve done too much, I’ve seen too much, I can’t.”

The silence stretched out again, and, simply because he hated the quiet, Russia set his book aside and rested a hand on Germany’s knee.

"You’re not alone, you know.”

Certainly they weren’t exactly the same, but Russia’s boss was just as bad and he was still alive. Russia’s hand was squeezed in what he hoped was a silent affirmation of fraternity in difficult times, but then Germany sighed and sat up straight.

“Thank you, however I still have to face the others.”

It was too much for Russia, thinking one day this might be him and his friends (friendly enemies, really. His boss said he couldn’t trust the others, that they didn’t help at all in the beginning, that they wanted to see him fall) would be the ones condemning him and putting his higher-ups on trial, so he pulled Germany close, hugging him tightly.

“It will be alright,” he told Germany with fierce conviction. “I’ll take care of you. They don’t know what it’s like for us.”

At first Germany struggled, but Russia held fast, stroking his hair until Germany relaxed. What would he do if he was ever in the same position?


	5. Chapter 5

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Imagine Person B is at a coffee shop for a date. They sit at an empty table, holding their coffee cup between their hands, and glance at the clock every few minutes. They’ve been sitting there for an hour, trying to tell themselves they haven’t been stood up. Person A, another customer, has noticed this and decides to sit across from Person B and strike up a conversation. Human AU

The mug was only warm where Ivan had been holding it for the past hour, his tea long cold from the wait. It would be rude, he had thought, to drink without his date, even if it was an informal one.

Patrons came and went, but he lingered, sitting in view of the door so he could see when his date came in. Another half hour passed to no avail. He had to come, Ivan told himself. He had to. He didn’t have to…. And most likely wasn’t….. With a sigh, Ivan watched his tea, looking at his own reflection in the dark water. It hadn’t been too good, even when warm.

It was all his stupid date’s fault. No, not even a date, just some, some dumbhead he had met online! So he shouldn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault.

The table jostled as someone set a mug down and Ivan blinked hard before looking up, not wanting his not date to see him this upset but rather righteously angry over being stood up and left for almost two hours without so much as a text- But it wasn’t the man he was supposed to meet. Instead a tall man with precisely slicked back hair was watching him, a new cup of hot tea on the table between them.

“Since you’ve been waiting so long,” the newcomer explained when Ivan looked at it. “I hope I’m not imposing.”

"Not at all… Please sit.” The stranger did so and Ivan folded his hands around the new, warm mug.

"You were here an hour ago and constantly checking your phone… I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you."

Ivan shook his head, wishing he had his scarf to hide in, but before he went on his date, his sister had confiscated it, claiming he would only hide in it the whole time. Rude. He wouldn’t have hid the whole time…. Right. He would have talked to his date, just like he was talking to….

"Er, sorry, but what is your name?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the ring of the mug and almost knocking it over when the man handed Ivan a napkin for the small smudge of previously spilled tea.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt. I think I heard the waitress call you Ivan?"

He nodded, folding his hands in his lap so he wasn’t constantly fiddling with his collar in lieu of his scarf.

"Ivan Braginsky. How fun! We both have last names that start with B and blond hair!"

When Ludwig flushed, Ivan knew the day would be saved despite being stood up before.


	6. Chapter 6

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Thanks to fellow-traveller for this prompt, though I set it in 1920's Berlin

Ludwig had been working for the hotel lounge for several years now and while he wasn't making a fortune with his talents, he made enough to get by and that was the important part. Gilbert's job only went so far and the depression did not appear to be heading towards the end.

While he didn't notice most patrons (and most patrons didn't notice him), one man stood out in stark contrast to the others. Tall and foreign, Ivan could always be counted on to be front and center in Ludwig's audience, eyes always on Ludwig, even when he wasn't singing.

They had only spoken a few times, but those conversations always stuck in Ludwig's mind and with them, he painted a rather romantic picture of Ivan as a kind, caring man who would love to help Ludwig move out of his brother's home and create a place of their own... So he was a romantic at heart but Ivan was a nice man and Ludwig had heard nothing but glowing comments from the other staff, which helped prompt him to step beyond the professional image he was supposed to uphold.

When he wasn't singing, Ludwig helped serve tables due to a shortage of staff and tonight was no exception. Francis was willing enough to trade sections with Ludwig and as he set a drink in front of Ivan, he smiled despite the nerves in his stomach.

"You're back, I see. I've been practicing my Russian. Рад тебя видеть!"

Ivan returned the smile as he picked up his drink. "Спасибо. Have those books you found been helping you? Your pronunciation is getting much better."

The tray was folded under Ludwig's arm as he tried not to flush. "Thank you. I'm singing tonight, something special."

"The desk told me such when I checked in, though they didn't know what you are singing. Do I get to know first?" he asked, leaning his head on his free hand. "I'm sure whatever it is, I'll enjoy it."

With renewed nerves in his chest, Ludwig excused himself from the chitchat and stepped up on the stage, gently touching the microphone more to have something solid and familiar under his fingers for support.

Taking in a deep breath, he began to sing, feeling confident at first.

It had taken him weeks to find a good, manageable Russian song which wasn't pure propaganda, but when he heard "Dark Eyes" he knew it was the perfect song.

At first, his tongue remembered all the foreign sounds and he kept up pace, however when he dared to look at Ivan's reaction, he stumbled, distracted by the other man's look of surprise. From there on, the song was a disaster. He couldn't remember part of the chorus one time and his accent kept coming through so strongly he doubted he could be understood.

The song seemed to stretch on forever and as soon as it was done, Ludwig hurried off stage and went to grab his coat, intent on hiding in his room until he forgot about his embarrassment.

"That was very good," Ivan complemented behind him.

"Yeah... Sorry, I mangled it," he apologized, shoving his arm into his coat. 

"Yes, but it was a good start." Reaching for Ludwig's collar, Ivan straightened the coat and started buttoning it from the top. Ludwig swallowed hard.

"A shame you're leaving so soon... I was going to ask if you know any other Russian songs. I miss my home."

"N-no. I don't know any. Just that one took too much practice."

"Mmm. Maybe I can teach you then." With a grin, Ivan tucked a key into Ludwig's pocket. "Let's get a drink sometime and if you ever want to come up, I'm in room 504. I'd love a private showing."

Ludwig swallowed hard again and cautiously reached out to brush some imaginary lint from Ivan's shoulder. "I'd like that"


	7. Chapter 7

An acorn was thrown at Ludwig’s head as he stood at Ivan’s front door and he turned carefully to look up in the tree, mindful of the heavy dish of potatoes and meat in his arms.

“… Do I want to know?” he asked Ivan as they looked at each other.

“I am stuck.”

“….. I’ll be right back.” There was no way Ludwig could climb up and carry Ivan down, like he usually did with Italy or Sealand, so as soon as he had set the food down on the table and shooed the cat inside, Ludwig stood at the base of the tree.

“Ivan– No. Dammit. Ivan! Vanya,” he tried to soothe his lover, using the diminutive to emphasize his calm and collected expression. He was scared half to death though. What if Ivan fell out of the tree? There would be at least two broken bones and he still felt uncomfortable driving in Moscow traffic. And he wasn’t sure he could get to the hospital.

“Vanya, stretch out your leg - other leg - and step carefully down… There we go. Alright, come down just a little more…”

As soon as Ivan was within reach, Ludwig peeled him off the tree and held him in his arms, safe and secure as they quickly moved from the tree to the grass where Ludwig could look at Ivan’s hands.

“What happened?” he asked gently, handling the large hands with tenderness as he looked over the scraped up skin.

“The cat got stuck up there…Ah, but he lied! When I got up there, he jumped down and left me alone!” Ivan whined, jerking his hands away when Ludwig pulled at a piece of skin. His hands were held firm though, and Ludwig finished pulling the piece off.

“Cats usually can get down when they want to…. And Russians were not made for trees, it seems,” came his dry remark. “At least you aren’t.”

“I tried,” Ivan protested scooting closer until their knees touched and their foreheads rested together. “And I didn’t know! He had never gotten stuck before.”

“Not that you could see.” With the final bits of scraped skin off, Ludwig pressed kisses to each marked area and cradled Ivan’s hands in his own. “Be careful. You had me worried.”

His only reply was a laugh and Ivan laying his head in his lap, the shifting shadows darting back and forth across Ivan’s face as he closed his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be worried, Ludwig. I’m bigger and older than you, and I’m not going to be hurt over something like this.”

“…. You made me carry you home when you knocked your head against the wall.”

“Yes, but that was far away and it was a brick wall.”

“The point remains.”

The shadows slowed down, one leaf shadow resting over each of Ivan’s eyelids and allowing the light through to glint off Ivan’s broad smile, all of the teeth illuminated in the late afternoon.

Ludwig’s hand hesitated over Ivan’s face before he lightly settled it over Ivan’s eyes to block out the light. The grass pricked his other hand and ankles.

There was a soft wind against his face and a heavy head in his lap and when he lay back to rest as well, it was hard to stay awake


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